The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Two nurses came in carrying brand-new bedding and quickly made the bed on the empty bed opposite Gao Qinghe.

Qi Lianxin asked in confusion, "Someone is moving in?"

The doctor in charge of Gao Qinghe walked in from outside and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, there are a lot of people these days and beds are in short supply, so we can only arrange for you to stay here for now. But you can move to a private room tonight."

The single room was supposed to be available tomorrow, but that family thought it was too expensive and cancelled it early.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Baohai felt a little better. He nodded to the doctor, said nothing, and continued to catch up on his sleep.

A short while later, a well-dressed middle-aged woman carrying a pile of things came in first.

Then a pregnant woman, fully wrapped up, was wheeled in, followed by two people.

A young man was holding a child in his arms, while a middle-aged man in his early fifties with gray hair was giving instructions to a doctor.

It seems there's something to do with the hospital.

For privacy, the curtain in front of the hospital bed was drawn. Gao Qinghe asked her mother-in-law curiously, "Who is it?"

Qi Lianxin peeked out and shook her head: "I don't recognize her, but it seems like she came with her parents."

She peeked out again, and the young man holding the child nodded politely to her.

Qi Lianxin excitedly told her daughter-in-law, "That young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks very upright."

"His wife was wrapped up tightly in the sweltering heat, with only her face showing. It was so white that it was completely bloodless. She lay down and didn't dare to move, as if she had been cut open."

Jiang Baohai was awakened by his mother's muttering. He dozed off for a while and felt much more energetic than he had in the morning.

He sat up, and only then did the middle-aged man opposite him notice him.

"Hey! It's President Jiang!"

Ouyang Yi was astonished and pointed to the hospital bed next to him with the curtain hanging over it, "What's this?"

Jiang Baohai got out of bed, and the two shook hands. "My wife gave birth in the middle of the night last night."

"Congratulations! Is it a daughter or a son?" Ouyang Yi asked curiously.

Jiang Baohai said with pride, "My daughter, Jiang Qiyue."

"Oh, you've already picked out a name, Jiang Qiyue. It's a nice name."

He congratulated her again, then pointed to the person on the hospital bed, saying, "This is my daughter, and the one who just went out is my son-in-law."

When his son-in-law was mentioned, Ouyang Yi's expression clearly changed.

He excitedly said that he also had a girl in his family, what a coincidence!

The middle-aged woman realized the two knew each other and went up to greet them.

"My wife, Lin Xianglan."

Jiang Baohai introduced his mother. The two women were about the same age and were both granddaughters. They looked at each other and felt inexplicably compatible.

Gao Qinghe called out to Jiang Baohai through the curtain, and Jiang Baohai pulled the curtain open and introduced:

"This is Director Ouyang from the county office."

Gao Qinghe quickly glanced at the woman in labor lying on the opposite hospital bed; who else could it be but Ouyang Yan?

Lying on the bed, Ouyang Yan heard a familiar name, looked over weakly, met Gao Qinghe's smiling face, her breath hitched, and her eyes were full of surprise.

No one expected to run into each other in the same hospital room.

Gao Qinghe calmed her complicated emotions and greeted Ouyang Yi and Lin Xianglan with composure, knowing that she would be moving out that night anyway.

Qi Lianxin showed the child to Lin Xianglan, and Lin Xianglan also showed the child to Gao Qinghe and the others.

Two newborn babies, only a few days old, but the full-term one is thinner.

Lin Xianglan felt heartbroken upon seeing the contrast, and even more so when she glanced at her daughter lying on the bed, her face pale.

It was at this moment that Zhou Zhenghua walked in carrying hot water.

Before he could even be shocked to see Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai, he was met with a fierce glare from his mother-in-law.

Ouyang Yi nudged his wife's shoulder. "What's done is done, so let's not dwell on it anymore."

Lin Xianglan snorted, picked up her child, and sat by the window, not wanting to look at Zhou Zhenghua.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here. Mom promised to bring us food. Thank you for your hard work these past few days. Yanzi is out of danger now, so you can go back and rest."

As if he didn't recognize Jiang Baohai and Gao Qinghe, Zhou Zhenghua nodded politely but awkwardly to them, put down the hot water, and reached out to hug the child.

Lin Xianglan reluctantly handed the child over to her husband, who was giving her a warning look.

He went to his daughter's side, gave her a few words of advice, and left with a cold face.

Ouyang Yi introduced Jiang Baohai to his son-in-law before leaving. A married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; her family shouldn't interfere too much, otherwise the young couple would be caught in the middle and even more distressed.

Ouyang Yan's child started to cry, which also started to upset Jiang Qiyue, and the two babies cried even louder than the other.

Jiang Baohai pulled up the curtain, let his mother go out, and put his daughter in her mother's arms.

Once food was available, the little one immediately stopped crying and ate heartily.

This wasn't the first time she had breastfed, but Gao Qinghe still felt uncomfortable and inexplicably ashamed.

Even if my husband is the only one by my side, I still feel very awkward.

"Don't stare at me."

Jiang Baohai smiled helplessly, "I wasn't looking at you, I was looking at my daughter."

"You are watching!"

"I watched them all last night."

"Even if you've seen it now, it won't work!"

Jiang Baohai thought for a moment, then took a thin jacket out of his bag and draped it over his wife's shoulders.

"is this okay?"

Gao Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and said proudly, "It'll have to do."

Inside the curtain, the husband was trying to find a solution to consider his wife's feelings.

Outside the curtain, Zhou Zhenghua also pulled up the blindfold and placed her small, crying daughter into her mother's arms.

Ouyang Yan cannot move; any movement causes her pain, and even turning to the side is difficult.

But in order for her daughter to be able to breastfeed, she forced herself to turn her body to the side.

It was very difficult to lift up her clothes.

She reminded him, and Zhou Zhenghua finally realized what was happening and helped lift his clothes.

Children eat instinctively, and they quickly bring their mouths to the food.

But it takes a long time to suck it out.

"Still nothing?" Zhou Zhenghua asked.

Ouyang Yan was sweating profusely from the pain. Looking at her daughter, who was crying because she couldn't eat, she felt guilty and remorseful.

Zhou Zhenghua sighed softly, helped her put down her clothes, and went to make the milk powder.

Even with a bottle, the baby still cries because he doesn't know how to suckle.

The doctor had warned that the baby shouldn't be fed formula with a spoon on the very first day after birth, but the baby was crying so hard that Zhou Zhenghua felt sorry for him and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

Now the child can't bite the pacifier, and he's so anxious that his face turns red from crying.

The child in the next bed had stopped crying long ago; only his child was still wailing in the ward.

The baby's crying wasn't loud, but it could be quite annoying if it went on for a long time.

Zhou Zhenghua was helpless, and Ouyang Yan felt guilty and shed tears. In the end, she had no choice but to feed her with a spoon.

"The doctor said that the baby needs to suckle to get the milk out. If this continues, she won't be able to suckle, and what will I do if I can't produce milk?"

Zhou Zhenghua didn't know what to do either, and just looked at his wife with incomprehension.

"Why does everyone else have milk, but you don't?"

Ouyang Yan felt a bitter taste in her mouth and silently looked at her daughter.

The baby's sparse eyelashes were still covered with glistening tears, and the mother couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow in her heart when she saw it.

She barely escaped death, but felt like she was still in hell.

The mother-in-law ran away as soon as she saw it was a daughter, and has not been seen since.

Even though Zhou Zhenghua kept making excuses for his mother, she wasn't stupid. She could sense her mother-in-law's disdain from her family's reactions.

Zhou Zhenghua's reaction seemed unusually indifferent.

Is it because she gave birth to a daughter?
Laughter and cheerful voices came from the other side, and those gentle, soft calls of Qiyue—what a lovely name.

Ouyang Yan looked up and gazed at her husband, who was sleeping against the headboard.

Tiredness clung to his handsome face, making him appear even more mature and charming.

But to her horror, she discovered that she couldn't feel any love for this man. (End of Chapter)